Tag: short story
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Read more: Candle Mustard
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he’d brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Not another damn Sublimity…
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Read more: The Stranger
It wasn’t my fault. I swear to God, it wasn’t. I was on my way to New York. Everything was going along fine, just like it had a hundred times before. It was a clear day–good flying weather. Suddenly whoever…